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There was this one time
When nothing mattered except
The next draw of smoke
The next sip of wine
The next sappy kiss
Under the sappy starlit sky
On the pier at the beach
The next loud "fuck you!"
From someone who didn't mean it
Or the next "I'll see you soon"
From someone who did
The next headache and recovery
The next closing of car doors
The next surging of heartrates
And the next fidgets of fingers
When eyes, vaguely familiar, next time meet
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"In the room the women come and go
With Vodka-mixed orange Jello"
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